Fake Dating The Enemy

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Elizabeth

With Thomas's lips moving hungrily against mine, I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. I gasp against his lips as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He takes us to the bed, laying me down before taking off his shirt.

"Thomas." I whimper, reaching out my hands to touch him. He chuckles, leaning down to kiss me. My hands travel down his body until they reach the waistband of his jeans.

"Someone's eager." He smirks against my lips.

"I want you so bad. I can't wait any longer." He chuckles, his breath ragged as he takes off his pants. He climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. He pins my hands above my head with one hand while the other slides up under my shirt.

"You sure you're ready for this?" He asks, leaning down to kiss me.

"Yes, Thomas. 1000% yes." He smirks, trailing his lips across my jaw and down my neck, stopping when he reaches my collarbone and he nips softly at the skin. "Thomas." I gasp, wanting to touch him, but he has my hands trapped. He lets go, sliding my shirt up over my head.

"God, you're so beautiful." His lips travel down my chest, stopping briefly over my breasts before he kisses down my stomach. He stops just above the waistband of my pants, looking up at me with a smirk. "These need to come off." I nod furiously, a chuckle leaving his lips at my eagerness. He slides my pants off painfully slow.

"Stop teasing me, Thomas." I say, wanting him to just get to it already. "Please." I beg, feeling him kiss his way up my thighs. He comes back up to kiss me, his hand rubbing over the outside of my underwear. I whimper against his lips. "Thomas."

"That's right. Say my name. Tell me what you want." He stares deeply into my eyes.

"Please, Thomas. Touch me. Kiss me. Just do something." He crashes his lips to mine, his hand slipping underneath my underwear. "Oh, fuck."

"I love the way you react to my touch. Tell me how it feels."

"It feels so good." I gasp at the growing pleasure he's creating for me. "Don't stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it, sunshine." A shiver runs down my spine at the nickname. He hasn't called me that in a while, and it makes me feel so many things. "You like it when I call you that? Huh, sunshine?" He kisses me again, and I moan against his lips.

"I love it. I love... I love you." He smiles at me, a big goofy smile.

"I love you too, sunshine." I pull him down for another kiss, my body trembling as I reach my peak. My breathing ragged, I pull Thomas close. "Feel good?" He asks, a smirk lying on his lips.

"You couldn't even imagine." He chuckles, pulling his hand out and sliding my underwear off my body. He straddles my waist, his underwear the only thing separating him from me. "These need to come off." I say, pulling lightly at his waistband.

"In due time, sunshine." He kisses me again, his hips slowly rolling against me. "I promise it'll be worth the wait." He whispers in my ear, nipping softly at the skin on my neck.

"Thomas, please." I beg, looking him in the eyes. "I want to feel you."

"You know I can't say no to you." He kisses me softly before taking off his underwear, and he instantly presses his body to mine. He rolls his hips against me slowly, hissing through his teeth at the feeling. "I don't have a condom." He says, panic in his eyes.

"I'm on the pill, it's okay." I pull him down for a kiss, reaching down to touch him.

"Lizzy." He groans, stopping me. "Let me do all the work." I giggle, kissing him as he lines himself up at my entrance. "Are you ready? This might sting a little, but I promise it won't last long." I nod, quickly.

"Please, Thomas." He breathes out a ragged laugh. His lips find mine as he slowly slides himself into me. I gasp at the feeling of him.

"You alright?" He asks, his forehead pressed against mine. I nod, closing my eyes and biting my lip as the pleasure begins to take over. He moves his body against mine, slowly at first, but faster as time passes.

"Oh, fuck. Thomas."

"You feel so good, sunshine. I won't last long." His head falls to the crook of my neck, sloppy kisses being placed. "God, I love you."

"I love you, Thomas." He lifts his face to kiss me, the kisses getting sloppier as he gets closer to finishing.

"Fuck." He groans, all movement ceasing as I feel a warmth inside of me. His head drops against me, our breaths ragged. "Was that as good as you hoped for?" He asks, smirking at me.

"Better." I kiss him, feeling him pull out of me. He drops down beside me, pulling me close. My head rests against his chest, our breathing starting to slow down to a normal pace.

"You really love me?" He asks, causing me to look up at him.

"I do. I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true." He cups my face, pulling me closer for a passionate kiss.

"How could someone so perfect love someone like me?"

"I'm not perfect, Thomas. Nobody is, but I do love you. You make me happy."

"I love you, too sunshine." He kisses me again, and I rest my head back on his chest. This night was one of the most crazy, intense, but passionate moments of my life. I wouldn't change a thing about it.

Thomas

As I lay here next to Lizzy, my heart skips a beat.

She loves me.

A smile rises to my face at the thought. How did I get so lucky? I truly don't deserve her. My hand brushes over her cheek where a bruise has already began to form from where that dickwad hit her. Even though it was an accident, he still hurt her. How could I let that happen? How could I live with myself?

Panic starts to set in. What if she wakes up, sees the bruise, and wonders how I could've let this happen to her? What if she can't trust me to protect her? What if... she regrets tonight? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened.

My heart races at the thought of her regretting what we did. I can't bear to see the look on her face when she wakes up and realizes what we did was a mistake. It wasn't a mistake to me. I wouldn't have traded this for anything in the world, but her? She deserves better.

I slip out from under her, careful not to wake her. I get dressed and make my way to the kitchen, finding a pen and a piece of paper. I scribble on it, leaving it on the table. I grab my keys and do the one thing that makes sense in my fucked up mind.

I go back home.